"That may be, Charlie, but you don't have any women there," I said.
"I don't need broads," he replied. "Every woman I ever had, she asked me to make love to her. I never asked them. I can do without them." There was plenty of sex in prison, he said.
-Vincent Bugliosi, "Helter Skelter"

Effin good advice. Maybe he was on to something. Or on something.

CLEARLY THE RANTINGS OF AN INSANE PERSON

You should try some lemon juice!

The More You Know!

"So you didn't do shit, and you punked out? That's what the fuck happened, right? How'd that happen? Next time a man calls you a fucking faggot, you get up in that ass Larry. You know what I mean? You let that man slide today. You got to immediately get in somebody's ass when that happens to you. You pull that asshole open, you step up into their asshole, close the door behind you. Take a spray paint can, right? Larry Was Here. You spray paint Larry Was Here. Wash Me. All that kinda shit. Fuck his whole asshole up. Eat some Snicker bars, throw the papers on the floor. Get you some newspaper, ball the paper up, throw the newspaper on the floor. Fuck his whole asshole up. Then you open that asshole up one more time. Open it again! UNGH! Step out his ass. Leave that mother fucker wide open, so he knows you was there. Don't even close that motherfucker. Leave it open. he'll know you've been there. That's how you handle people. Get in that ass, Larry!"